[Episode 252432] [Episode 252432]
Ranma, walking on his tiptoes, sneaked into the antechamber of the bathroom with a discretion that would make a cat jealous. Not that the pigtailed boy would have cared, or wanted to draw the comparison between himself and any of those thrice-accursed felines.
A glance at the hamper confirmed the presence of a gi and girly clothes. He could also hear the splashing of water and the voices of two girls inside the furo room itself. He suppressed his aura to the best of his talents, which were nowhere negligible. For all the ribbing he usually did about Akane’s skills, he knew that her danger sense was just as good as most martial artists. And he could bet that Temari Kaminarimon was no slouch in this domain either. Thus, although he wasn’t erasing his presence as fully as with the Umisen-ken, Ranma was doing his utmost to stay undetectable.
“My mother would be so proud...” he ironically thought to himself as he neared the door. Nodoka would indeed certainly approve of him trying to peep of his fiancée, and from his own initiative for once. Of course, Ranma was telling himself that his objective wasn’t ogling on young female flesh... just on checking out if Temari-chan was safe bathing with Fûrinkan’s Queen of the Lesbians. He still believed it to be unlikely that the Tomboy would go that far, but better safe than sorry... right? Once he’d have eased his worries, he would just sneak out without being noticed, and nobody would be the wiser. Yes, that was a perfect plan, nothing could go wrong with it.
So, Ranma very carefully pulled the sliding door just ajar enough to get a glimpse of the inside. His grey-blue eye rolled for a fraction of a second before focusing on the center of the bathroom, next to the furo, where Akane was sitting on a stool, soaping and lathering herself. Temari was kneeling behind her, clad in a towel, and helping Akane wash her back.
Ranma gritted his teeth, silencing any groan that could have come out of his mouth with sheer willpower. The reason for his discomfort was the sudden twinge he’d felt in his pants, as his male organ started to inflate without warning. Damn, he was getting way too excitable lately. Fantasizing about Nabiki and Kasumi had been bad enough, but how could he get an instant erection from seeing his butch, uncute fiancée in the nude? He’d have to get a serious discussion with Cologne-chan about her sexual pressure point tricks....
Still, the whereabouts inside the bathroom seemed pretty innocent. He’s obviously been worried for nothing. Now, he could just withdraw before taking the risk to be spotted... although it couldn’t hurt to keep watching a little longer... better sorry than safe... er... well... or something.
Akane sometimes giggled when Temari hit some ticklish spots on her back with the sponge, but otherwise she seemed to enjoy the attention.
“Is it alright, Akane-chan? I’m not rubbing too hard?” the young girl asked.
“Now, it’s okay. Though I should be clean now... come here, it’s your turn.” Akane retorted.
“Ara... but I can wash myself...”
“Tsk, tsk. It wouldn’t be fair if I did nothing after you’d helped me.”
Temari looked a little hesitant, but finally nodded. She and Akane switched places, the Tendô daughter removing the younger girl’s towel in the process, eliciting a cute blush.
Ranma felt his manhood twitch further. He was telling himself that it had nothing to do with staring at the brown-haired preteen naked. Unfortunately, it was reminding him of what he’d done with Linlin and Ranran... how tempting they both had looked while unclad and squirming... how tight their little pussies had been around his rod...
Ranma bit his tongue and grabbed his own shaft through the fabric of his pants, repeating inwardly, “Down, boy... DOWN!”
Akane kneeled in turn behind her friend. “Hey, you’ve kept your bow...” she commented while taking off the red hair-decoration.
“Oh, yes, I always forgot...” Temari admitted. “Sometimes, I don’t notice until I start to wash my hair.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
The small talk between the girls continued as Akane began spreading shower gel on Temari’s pale skin and spreading it with her hands and a sponge to produce foam. The younger girl let out a ticklish giggle and squirmed.
Ranma, meanwhile, was still frozen on the spot. He guessed that, between females, such kind of skinship was mostly natural, and thus Akane had yet to do something really uncouth. Of course, he knew that if it was happening between boys, one would probably already yelling about it being gay... but the aquatranssexual had enough experience as a girl to realize the double standard.
Whatever qualifier you wanted to give it, however, “hot” was certainly amongst them. The soap suds were doing a bad job of hiding the nubile, prurient flesh of the two toned martial artists.
Then, Akane leaned a bit forward, and Temari let out a little yelp. “Akane-chan... I can feel your titties on my back!” she said, her tone hinting that she found it funny.
“Oh, really?” the teenager retorted. “But then again, they work well to give a massage, you know.” So, instead of moving back, Akane kept herself pressed against Temari’s small body, using her bust to spread the soap foam. The younger girl didn’t protest any further, even cooing from the contact.
Ranma divested his free hand to pinch his nose (the other one being still clamped around his shaft). “I ain’t going to get a nosebleed...” he told himself. “I ain’t going to get a nosebleed!” he repeated more firmly. “Damn it, I’m not Ryôga!”
Now, Akane wasn’t just rubbing against her young charge; her hands had moved to the front under Temari’s armpits, and her soapy fingers reached the chest, stroking the budding breasts and teasing the tiny nipples. The preteen emitted a pleased sigh.
“When will I have breasts as big as yours, Akane-chan?”
“Uh? Oh, don’t be in such hurry to grow up. And mine are not that big to begin with...”
“But I like it when you’re caressing mine... wouldn’t it feel even better if I had bigger titties?”
“Mmmh... maybe. But there are other spots that can feel just as good, or even better, you know.”
“Oh yes? Where?” Temari asked, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and challenge.
“Ah, well, if you’re so eager to learn....” Akane responded in a mock-fatalistic tone.
And thus, the Tendô lesbian leaned further, now fully plastering her body against the Kaminarimon girl, and her hand roamed south until it reached the space between the legs.
Temari gasped, squirming and shivering in the embrace. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but Akane’s arm was already firmly in place. The digits began moving to and fro over the outer lips of her bare sex, spreading soapy bubbles. This aimed hardly at just making it clean, however, and the young girl started moaning in delight, her raged breathing cutely speeding up.
Ranma almost blew his load on the spot, his eyes bulging beyond humanly possible. He couldn’t see exactly what Akane was doing from this angle, but Temari’s reactions were making it quite obvious. He could bet the fingers weren’t lingering on the outside, but now also probably entering the tiny quim with practiced ease. The fact that the preteen wasn’t freaking out, as could have been expected, also hinted that it wasn’t the first time Akane was initiating those kinds of games with her younger friend. The Saotome boy was at first ready to bet on it, and the last shreds of doubt dissipated when he saw the two of them kissing.
But now, what to do? Ranma could just slip away before getting noticed, and push the whole thing aside like he’d always done with Akane’s other lesbian antics... Although this time, he felt his fiancée was going too far, and maybe that it would be the right opportunity to call her on it, with the perfect blackmail material at hand....
Of course, that would be damn hypocrite of him, considering what he’d done with Linlin and Ranran. Could he really condemn his fiancée, when he’d deflowered a pair of twins not much older than Temari-chan? On the other hand, this wasn’t his sole grief toward Akane. All these times calling him a pervert sure had piled up; if he was a hypocrite, well then, they’d make a pair.
Not a mated pair, though. Not yet. Whatever he decided, Ranma would have to deal with his worst case of erection in a long time. How could he take care of it?
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